Are you going to scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needle work
Than she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parslley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Between the salt water
And the sea strands
Tell her to reap it with a sickle
Of leather
And gather it all in a
Bunch of heather
Than she`ll be a true love of mine.